Of Amma And Bubbooness

I am not talking about the smell of your shampoo or your powder or your massage oil. I am talking about the sweet, clear, gorgeous ‘baby’ scent of you. Uniquely, unmistakeably you.

I am unable to get enough of that. That is why you often see me with my nose buried deep inside your neck, sniffing away. I want to take in as much of your scent as I can, for I fear it will soon be gone.

Your smell is one of the things I am going to miss sorely once you grow up a bit more. If I could bottle that scent and keep it forever, I would.